Flint Mountain (Mynydd Y Fflint)

standing atop
Flint Mountain
as I am now
I suppose
I should construct
clever rhymes
ironic turns of phrase
whitty inuendo
for those
that like
that sort
of thing
but no
on this sun blessed evening
after the ravages of the day
when rain had drenched me
through and through
and set a chill upon me
that drains me yet
I am a rage of emotion
as 'fore my eyes
I see not only where
my family lived
when one I had
but where their ashes
are widely scattered
in this beautiful basking sun
I see the Trough of Bowland
rising as a large fluent breast
from the ribcage of the meandering plain
where my father's family lived and farmed
and my mother's first arrived
from Ireland
decade on decades ago
I could see
almost everywhere
where in my span
I lived and lost
loved and gained
on this gentlest
of rainbow spent evenings

when my brother used to cycle
I wonder
if he rested here
as I do now

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Written on 2011-07-16 at 21:10

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Peter...you can be proud of this one...It's a beautiful poem that shares with it's readers the depth of your emotions...


These sentiments of your life read so beautifully, your descriptive phrasing superb; "rising as a large fluent breast from the ribcage of the meandering plain." I can almost see you smile and hear you sigh as you think of your brother.

Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Charming country images.
Beautifully written

Some return to their roots, some never leave them. To ignore them is to disavow a part of who we are and how we came to be. I envy your eloquence and the beautiful places that you are a part of and are a part of you.

Please read my last poem titled " Law Books"

PS:Dear Peter, i am using you as an ads, i am ready to pay you for that since you should be paid for your beautiful poems


I agree completely with Emma, Peter. I get the feeling it would take you one glance, and you'd be able to describe the back of my hand many times better than I.
Happiness and Health to you my friend.
Bravo. Nick

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You are one of the reasons I come here - you are magical Peter and please let me know if you have a book of your poems because I would love a copy

Thank you again for this

Emma xxx